Bill’s Repose/ Poems and such.

Intrepid days

In those days when all thoughts are just misgivings.
When not one challenge has been met nor one foe vanquished.
With your will spent and your heart drained of all its strength
and there is nothing left to give, you succumb.
It is in those sincere moments of giving in and giving up that truth and faith are found.
It is at that serene moment of ultimate surrender that we meet our true selves
and God.


A chance


When first sight of you befalls these eyes, my emotions burn out of control.
My heart tells me to reach for you, but my mind still reasons no.
Do you even realize what you do to me? Do you even care?
With your hair of light and eyes so bright and skin a shade of pale.
You vixen of Irish lore.
Your touch, your smile, your sighs.
Oh how I long for them to be mine.
You consume my every waking thought and fulfill all my dreams.
With an unerring respect and tenderness, I humbly offer you my heart.
My body aches with deep desires, I need and want you near.
My love is a gentle and kind one, with no cause or reason to fear.
Your caring affections are all I seek, as I hold your image dear.
You knew of my desires from the beginning, right from the very start.
It’s always been an open book, this story of my heart.
Yet! All the while you deny me, what am I to do?
If you would only just give me a chance to love you I would show you that I could.
To be friend or lover that’s a decision that you alone must make.
There is a time to share in love’s surround, or be left to stand wanting in it’s wake
Our time is either now or never, one golden chance is all we get,
for if we choose to not act this day, we will forever reminisce in our regret.
So let me slip inside your heart and therein dwell forever.
To open your eyes to loving me one chance is all I need.
On the outside all appears calm and serene, inside my heart does plead.
To rush into your warm and inviting embrace, and therein lie for all-time, as if in a blissful dream.
Then for all the years that follow, we will share in those fond memories.
Of the times we held and the love we shared, and the passion that we felt for each other.
A chance is all I need.
A CHANCE



A mystical place

Somewhere over the rainbow

Untouchable by hands.
Tangible spirits must seek.
I dream of a place in the sky.
Just out of my reach.

A place where all suffering, despair and horror are left far behind.
A place where the healing can begin and therein exists no time.
And all that exists is born from hope and sweet love.
Far above and way beyond all fear and all hate,
A place where the eagle soars with the dove.

Where love is a misty breeze upon my skin.
In a moment all is forgiven and given to each a clean slate.
Where no lives of quiet desperation can ever take place.
Happiness abounds.
It is a dream of heaven.
And of being in your loving arms.
Embraced.


An Irish Angel's love

As gently as the Irish dew caresses the morning blade, my kiss settles upon thy lips,
my hand affirms thy breast.
Oh how a smile does broaden across an ever-widening face.
My spire excites, when ever your kiss doeth grace.
I flow o’er you, like a warm summer’s breeze flowing over a cool Irish glade,
as gentle kisses of air excite each pleasured blade.
Lasting still, impressions in remembrance from where our lips hath lain.
Our tenderness, honest and true, binds us in rapture.
Eager are we to set aside our aches and pains, worries and woes.
You complete me and lift my spirit, my heart, my soul.
When fears reminisce, they give rise to memories long since thought vanquished.
Like dragons of old, as yet un-slain, they return to threaten our love.
Gloom gathers upon distant horizons.
Then as an antidote we become as one and all are laid to waste in love’s sweet eclipse.
I find reason in our love’s ever-embracing grasp, it engulfs my very being.
Your scent is all around me, placental in it‘s bliss.
Our hearts make haste, There’s a quickening, and ecstasy abounds in each loving and gasping embrace, each touch, each taste, each pleasuring sighing ache!
An Irish Angel’s love hath cures for ales yet unseen or known or spoken.
For it renews and heals the soul of a man, purifying him from within.
When an Irish Angel bestows her love, a man can make himself anew.
For you are the Irish Angel that I lust for, thou should know this promise to be true…
You have my heart! You have my love! You are my soul!


Know my name

Have you ever looked to the heavens in wonder?
Have you looked at the surface of a sea and wondered what’s under?
Can you behold a sunset and feel its glory?
Can you gaze upon a mountain and sense its story?
Can you name the seven wonders?
Do you count you and I among them?
Is your heart still pure of thought?
Are your thoughts still pure of heart?
Can you still be touched when no one is near?
Can you still live and love and without fear?
Can you learn of great things and grow with each one?
Does your body still tremble long after the touching is done?
Can you cast away all doubts and cares?
Do you reach for me at night, even when I'm not there?
And if God should call me home would life be just to much to bare?
Is there still a passion that burns deep from within?
For life, love and happiness and to be my best friend.
Does your heart beat strong, dear and tender?
Can you look into the heart of this lion and see only the splendor?
Do you get that old feeling whenever I’m near?
Are you honest enough to cry salty tears?
Can you reach deep within, time and time again?
Can you re-touch your soul and know where it's been?
Is your face full of expression, can your honesty show?
Can you love me with ease and without tryin?
Till death do us part and were done with the dyin?
Then you’re the love I have searched so long for.
Give me your hand and hold my heart in the palm of it.
Know my name.


Real love

The cost of inattentiveness and the belief in second chances.

All my little plans and schemes lost like forgotten blissful dreams.
Cares wisp by on painted clouds brushed by elaborate winds.
So drudge along ol' gospel cloud and carry with you long passed sins.
I stand tall and proud once again.
You lifted me up to dare to live, to dream, to win.
You grasped my hand, I held it tight.
In your grasp I felt forgiveness, all is right.
Snuggled close we are as one.
I am as close to heaven as anyone.
No longer feeling afraid and alone you’re hope’s sanctuary and love’s home.
You’re the reason each day I wake, to offer again my heart, my soul to take.
It's real love, it's real I exclaim! Yes, it's real love, it's real I say, as I continually pinch away.
It’s knowing with out knowing. It’s taking that leap of faith. It’s being so full of love that there is no room for hate.
If life be the sun then you are a ray.
Disbelief is the gauge from which I must judge this glorious, glorious , glorious day.



Dream Angel

I went to bed. The blankets were warm and inviting. I was tired, it had been another long shift at the factory. I had you on my mind, as I had all day. I drifted off to sleep. After awhile I saw a light coming down the hallway. As it drew nearer the brightness overwhelmed my room. I could see that it was an Angel! A beautiful Angel dressed all in white with a green emerald pendant in the shape of an “L” pinned just above her left breast. With hair of light and eyes so bright and her skin a shade of pale. She came forward to me and looked deep into the eyes. She had a Saintly smile like that of a doting mother for her child. She reached out her hand and gently caressed my worn and weathered face. I could see a tear well up just under her eye as clear as Waterford crystal. She spoke in a most angelic voice these words:
“I cannot undo the past….. I cannot promise the future……. I can only offer you the here and now". Then her trappings fell away, as a cloak to the floor. There she stood garbed only in her virtue. I reached down and swooped her up in my arms and held her close to me. I could feel myself changing. We were equalizing, melding into one thought, one being! Our bodies were young and firm and strong. I took her to my bed and gently there did lie.

MY DREAM ANGEL
Hearts pounding, senses tingling, eyes wildly open, every cell of our bodies screaming, quaking. A flood of emotion pour o'er us. We come together. We give to each our trust and love. Racked by pleasured agony we tremble, that most special of moments has arrived. There’s a calm surrender wrapped in the cloak of passion’s heat. God smiles down from above, He knows of our heart’s desire for each. He gives us his blessings. We embrace and our loves complete. Our honesty shows! The passion we feel, sharing in our love, tenderness with respect abounding. Sensations overwhelm. With every breath that we share and our bodies craving rest, stripped of all pretense we have come together as one in lust. Our hearts all afire, each giving their best. We share the gift between us that God has bestowed. We pass the passion between us with each loving embrace, leaving nothing owed.
God’s sweetest of blessings, the ability to make love. The gentleness of caring touches and kisses, blessed by his guiding grace. When he looks down from above, how he must smile as he sees the expressions on our face. Truly there can be no greater of gifts in the world than the gift of sharing one’s love. Please share yours with me for all eternity, for if only for one moment in one's lifetime one is un loved, it is tragic. If only for one moment in one’s lifetime one is loved, then in that moment one has found their true heaven on Earth.
I will always love you. My Dream Angel.
Yours always,


Bill’s Repose

Throughout life, there are many mysteries that may or not be solved. However, we endeavor to try to find the answers to these questions and to find out the who, what, when, where, how and why's. Perhaps the answers can be found at the beginning, prior to the existence of effect and rooted in the prelude of cause...William Dean Shores

The following are glimpses of reason, observations and foresights by common and not so common people, with an acuity for such understanding, whom have taken the time to give thought to such ideas. If only more people would listen to them, perhaps, somewhere, somehow one of life's wrong turns might have been avoided.

Apathy and Indifference:

apathy 'a-pe-the n [Gk apatheia, fr. apathes without feeling, fr. a- + pathos emotion _ more at pathos ] (1603)1 : lack of feeling or emotion : impassiveness 2 : lack of interest or concern : indifference

indifference in-'di-fern(t)s, -f(e-)ren(t)s n (15c)1 : the quality, state, or fact of being indifferent 2 a archaic : lack of difference or distinction between two or more things b : absence of compulsion to or toward one thing or another Complacency

Complacency is the bane of physical security and personal safety. No matter how vigilant we are, as time goes by with no problems occurring, we become complacent and let our guard down.

Sometimes the worst of our enemies are among the very closest to us. For they alone know of our true weaknesses and vulnerabilities. William Dean Shores

A wealthy man is one that can afford to throw away his friendships, but a poor man is the one that does. William Dean Shores

There are those among us who practice the philosophy of indifference. Do you? William Dean Shores

When paranoia sets into the mind-set, caution shall be the rule of the day... William Dean Shores

To know the awe of a the bird in flight, one only has to feel their own heart pounding in their chest at the sight or touch of a beautiful woman for the first time. William Dean Shores

To show indifference toward one's fellow man (kind), is to ignore the potential for evolutionary gain. The natural progression of the human spirit, thus, takes a wrong turn, creating the very evils that we find no solution for today...William Dean Shores

Cruelty to one's fellow man does not exist in the punishments handed out to correct behavior, nor in the damage inflicted, but rather, the cruelest thing that one can do is to be indifferent to them, thus withholding the gifts of knowledge and understanding, allowing them to go forward in life, never to advance and grow with the learned knowledge and life experiences of others, becoming what they may, shaped by nothing, to ultimately become what was most feared from the beginning...William Dean Shores

Where there is indifference, there is hopelessness. When all avenues of expression are stifled, less the states, there is apathy. Where there is authoritarian rule, soon after there will be anarchy, or despotism and perniciousness...William Dean Shores

A sense of hopelessness, coupled with fear and anger, derived from the lack of value in one's life, Leeds to an indifference for the value of life itself. Misery and horror soon thereafter follow...William Dean Shores

Having an ego is not necessarily a bad thing. Rational self-interest is an important and integral part of one‘s being. If it spurs you on to greatness or to be better than you would or could be otherwise. When it becomes arrogance however, it must be dealt with in the harshest of terms…. William Dean Shores


Tangled in the moment

I saw this poetry contest on writing.com. I had one day left before it would be closed. The rules were that you must choose one title from a list provided by the sponsor. I chose " Tangled in the moment". I wrote this in ten minutes and polished it a couple of times over the next day. It is not my best work, but I hope that you enjoy it just the same.

Tangled in the moment

He glances at their picture upon his desk.
Their lives held fast within its frame.
He reaches for the phone, working late yet again,
His excuses are always the same.
The plans are in place and there’s no time to waste.
He has made his decision and it can’t be erased.
Partly to blame, but he feels not ashamed.
His rendezvous of lust has been pre-arranged.
They meet in the park, by that big old oak tree.
It's all about lust, it's all about deeds,
It's all about him fulfilling his needs.
No feelings of guilt for the ones betrayed and left behind.
A wife and two children, time after time.
Excuses all made he’s off to the park.
He waits by the tree till nearly dark.
For her embrace he would risk all.
Urges too strong to simply ignore.
Then she arrives, they hug and they kiss.
They go for a stroll along that old Mississip.
Their hearts are so filled, they live in that moment.
In each other’s arms they find their consolement.
When just up ahead, emerges an old familiar shape.
A couple sharing in loves sweet embrace.
Sitting on a park bench, arms holding each other so tight.
His heart begins to race and excite at the sight.
As they part from love’s sweet give and take.
He hears an old familiar sigh, he’s not heard in years.
His heart begins to break and his eyes turn to tears.
His heart skips a beat as the view becomes more and more clear.
Who is this that holds his love so close, so tender and dear.
He gets this stabbing, sinking feeling deep within his chest.
All his self control is being put to the test.
As he turns away searching anywhere, anywhere but there.
He ponders, how could she have done this to us?
God, life is just so unfair.
He hears, off in the distance, the baying of hounds, as if they’re from hell.
He is tangled in the moment and feeling not at all well.
Frantic, the thoughts, as they race through his head.
For he fears, if he were not alone, they both would be dead.
As his mistress reaches across and holds him so tight.
Unknowing and playful, giggling, unaware of his plight.
Selfish indulgence veils her to this un-holy sight.
Unaware of the battle that's raging within.
Or to the presents of this blasphemous, adulterous sin.
He wants to scream out; "HEY BUDDY THAT”S MY WIFE!”
He fantasizes whether he should take his life.
Full of outrage his rage turns to quite, as inside his pain turns to trembling tears.
Held back in respect over reminisced years.
Like the tree that is all twisted in a late summer’s storm.
The passion in his heart once again has been stoked.
Justice or fate has struck like a lighting bolt stroked.
Like the wind swirling from all directions at once.
Like hail pouring down from the heavens above.
He’s tangled in the moment, with out any hope.
He’s tangled in the moment, with nowhere to run.
Passions bleed out on a park bench and soon will be done.
As his mistress squeezes him close with a heart full of lust.
His hands start to tremble and shake, his heart crumbles to dust.
He’s tangled in the moment; his spirit has just been crushed.
All the while, at home the kids play with their dolls and their trucks.
The flower that was once their love has now been plucked at the stem.
Aunt Mary sips English tea and prays for the both of them.
He’s tangled in the moment, snared in horrid dis-belief.
To the altar of love he must lay sorrow's wreath.
Asking himself, what price be this lust?
Asking himself was it worth US?


Another contest poem entry. The rules were that you must use the 15 seemingly unrelated words somewhere in the poem. I find this forum both challenging and restrictive. Sort of a double edged sword.

Her sequestered heart

Unkind years follow beauty and grace,
A maiden fair, falls stoic and proud.
Yearning once again for love’s sweet serenade.
Forever searching for a glimpse, or a trace.
Of a touch she once knew and still desires and deserves.
Elegantly attired in velvet and lace.
Awaiting the heralding of her dreams,
She dances alone in her own special place.
She withdraws, she escapes.
Her full story as yet neither written nor read,
Her life far from over, her youth all but spent.
With breasts still as white as new fallen snow
Wine covered lips, glistening a shade of merlot.
Marching, ever edging closer toward the border of life,
Alone.
She keeps it all within her, sequestered away.
Awaiting her knight, to come set her free.
She must soon choose wisely among many fools.
Or forever dwell within her sequestered heart.
Alone.